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How hard can the bipolar depression be? To deal with, hear it from the POV of a young girl. Lia Eliza, she doesn't suffer a lot when it comes to her personal life. The only bad thing she remembers is why her father left her. Her mom doesn't miss him, her mother is fragile and wants to be protected. Lia understands how hard it is for her to deal with everything. Lia really tries her best at school and at home. Sometimes she just thinks her family doesn't love her, and sometimes she does. But at school is where she fears, their small words hurt like silver bullets. She just wants to be known as the nice girl everybody likes, the girl that is friends with everyone. But she can't have it and she tears her self apart about it. Warning this story contains sensitive topics such as : suicide, self harm, possible murder, running from home, and LGBT. Don't read if you don't like that stuff. ~|Updated every Thursday|~
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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